| The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
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| The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
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| Clean across the levee by the railroad tracks
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| The other side of Houston in a two-room shack
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| Sweepin' out confetti from a third grade classroom
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| The rock of my soul pushed a dust mop broom
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| The rock of my soul didn’t have much luck
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| He came to town a-grinnin' on a flat bed truck
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| The rock of my soul didn’t have much charm
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| Ah with the lack of education on a red dirt farm
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| And he was fond of disappearing on an eight day drunk
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| Coming home smelling like a lowdown skunk
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| And he said…
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| Do like I say, not like I do and you might make me proud
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| Another Houston kid on a downhill skid for crying out loud
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| I’m a first hand witness to an age-old crime
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| A man who hits a woman isn’t worth a dime
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| 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years old
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| That’s what I remember 'bout the rock of my soul
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| I told him I would kill him if he did not stop it But the rock of my soul just would not drop it I learned to lie like dirt I could steal your shirt and talk with a gun
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| Another Houston kid on a downhill skid like father like son
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| Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago
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| Seven long years really went by slow
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| I didn’t kill my daddy but my momma tried
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| Ah she shot him with a pistol and he like to a-died
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| I’m on probation living straight and true
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| And there’s every indication that the past is through
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| That’s all I know about the rock of my soul. |